Dead End Courtney Novels & Stories

“She messed up badly, man. But honestly… campus is becoming too much.” Xander finally looked up coldly. “Since when do you care?” Marvis leaned back slightly. “I don't know. Maybe since I saw people throwing drinks at her two hours ago.” Something dangerous flickered across Xander's face, but he said nothing again. *** That evening, Courtney attended a charity gala downtown. She barely listened to anyone speaking around her. Her mind stayed elsewhere, toward Rain Dzer. The name would not leave her head. After returning home, she entered the private Savage archive room alone. Old family records lined the shelves. Pictures. Newspapers. Business documents stretching back decades.

When I heard the ending, I looked out at the clear blue sky beyond the windows of my law firm and smiled in relief. Just then, my assistant knocked on the door and reported, "A Miss Reed says she's your friend. She's waiting downstairs." I was a little surprised and quickly went down. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I saw Nora Reed leaning against a sports car and waving at me with a smile. "Attorney Hayes, interested in going for a drive?" "It would be my honor." Looking at her, I felt the corners of my mouth lift without meaning to, and I ran toward her.

"I’m on my way. I will bring her back. Do not panic until I call you again. Please don’t tell anyone this." The call ended, leaving both girls staring at each other in shock. "She planned this," Dela whispered. "She was prepared to die. We should have known when we saw her glowing hard this morning." Courtney shook her head furiously, tears brimming in her eyes. "No. No, we are not letting that happen. Oliver will save her; let’s just trust him." ****

But the cowards soon discover that all of the exits are barred, the bodies of the living dead, wandering, mindless rogues poisoned by some drug, push at every door and window. The courtroom is like a box of cookies, and the rogues already have their hands inside. It's only a matter of time before they are all consumed by those wolves' insatiable hunger. "This is April McKaine coming live to you from the courthouse," the frazzled reporter whispers into a camera whose cameraman has either fled or fallen. The camera is tilted to the side as she hides under a bench, her fine white suit blemished with dirt and blood as she trembles underneath one of the courtroom benches. "Beta Chancy is down. I

I turned my head and wiped away my tears. Just as I was about to tell Zachary to leave, I heard Sean's cold voice sound nearby. "Margaret, how exactly did Mrs. Clinton pass away?" Zachary's expression immediately changed. He opened his mouth, probably intending to argue with Sean, but I lowered my voice and said sharply, "Zachary, today is my mother's funeral. If you don't want the truth about the kidney to get out, I suggest you leave right now."

“My caller ID said Hudson so I thought someone was calling me from the mansion. “Oh, I dropped my cell in the toilet so Winifred lent me hers for the weekend. I should have a new phone with the same number by Monday. The cell store had to order the model I wanted.” “How in the world did you-“” “Long story,” Courtney interrupted. “Back to my question. Where have you been?” “I went to The Oasis last night with the girls and guess who showed up?” “Jimmy Hoffa,” Courtney answered flippantly. “No, Trevor. Derek had called him and told him I was there.” “No shit,” she said with awe. “Wait. You’re classmates call you Joanna and Derek and Trevor call you Clarice. How did you explain that?”